After what seems like months of nothing, I've finally been able to do some poetry writing, painting, and art making... my soul is delighted! Below, I share with you a poem I wrote this evening. For some reason I had the phrase "We lost everything in the fire" stuck in my head today- it was obviously something I needed to explore, and this is what I got: "We lost everything in the fire," they say. Haven't we all? Does not the fire of anger passion love consume us from our writhing insides to our crackling flesh? Bones burned down like house frames; wisdom and knowledge reduced to ashes like hundreds of well-thumbed books; a bit of soul wandering about the ruins of our mind like a singed cat mewing at the loss. The earth is indelibly scorched... as are we when we burn and lose everything in our fires. (Poonam Desai, 6/10/2012) Beyond that, I also tried out a technique I learned in high school: transferring a
A place to lay my thoughts through art and word